it demands to be felt

Since her aunt had made Seere the Apothaker of Ashen, the young girl has worked to make Venom proud. While she is still young and extremely happy, the girl has begun to focus her attention on bettering herself for the benefit of the pack and all those who would seek to be a healer. So, when the youthful call rings out for her, the small healer is actually on the island closest to the shrine, sorting herbs and restocking her bag. White backed ears, swivel toward the call, her head turning around as surprise paints her features.

The surprise quickly gives way to worry as the call is for a ranked healer and the girl’s mind immediately turns to the time she met the Armada’s Champion. He had been bloodied, hurt and in need of stitches. Hopefully this wolf isn’t hurt like that! Quickly, Seere puts the bundled herbs in her pack, shrugging it on before running to the caller. As she nears, mismatched eyes find a pup, apparently uninjured and …waiting for her?

Surprise once more tingles in her chest as she slows her pace, coming to a stop a respectful distance from the young pup. A huge smile splits her maw, tongue lolling out as her tail wags a happy greeting. Happily, the healer chirps, “Hello! I’m Seere Abraxas-Destruction, Apothaker of Ashen! Are you okay?” Concern tugs her features down, clouding her face as she scans the pup. Trained eyes try to pick out any telltale signs of pain or discomfort but find none. Maybe she called for something other healing?


"Seere Abraxas-Destruction"